 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
53
ENGLAND'S GLORY.
I
Letter'd in golden gloryIs England's lofty story;
The fame she's won
Shines like the sun
Through ages dim and hoary;
And our hearts still glow when
We read how British bowmen
Their shafts let fly,
And low did lie
The mail'd and mounted foemen.
Chor. Then guard those laurels hoary,
And let her future story
Our deeds proclaim,
Increase her fame,
And brighter make her glory.
54
II
Our solemn oaths we tender,Till death we will defend her,
Come weal or woe,
False friend or foe,
Whichever fate may send her.
Long has Britannia's thunder
Her peaceful feet lain under,
But when it roars
Far-distant shores
Wake up in fear and wonder.
Chor. Then guard those laurels hoary,
And let her future story
Our deeds proclaim,
Increase her fame,
And brighter make her glory.
T. M.
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